I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak. For me, it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living. -Warsan Shire I remember the first time my heart was broken. I remember sitting on the cracked linoleum floor of the kitchen in our rented university house, thinking the pain would never end. I […]

Sometimes it scares me, my ability to be okay. The way I can move forward so easily after so much has gone wrong makes life feel temporary, transient. I sometimes wonder if anything will truly stop me in my tracks, hold me in my place, keep me there, steady me. Maybe that thing will be […]

Saturday morning I woke up with a mother of a hangover. I didn’t even drink that much but clearly this ‘age thing’ is no myth. I rolled over to my fiancé. “Ugh I shouldn’t have smoked that cigarette. I feel sick. Why did you let me do that?” “Because you would have just told me, […]

I don’t know where I stumbled across this but somewhere in my arsenal of Google docs and Microsoft Word drafts I found it copy and pasted. I’ve tried to find out more about who said it, where it came from, how it came about, but unfortunately, it’s just one of those ‘in the void’ type […]

“You need to have something called F**k You Money.” I’ll never forget the first time I heard these words. I was in a classroom, away at boarding school, and 16 years old. My teacher, a middle-aged man who had spent his life as a working actor, was truly trying to teach us about the real […]